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//In the city of flashing lights and dazzling miracles of New York, Scarlett Scott finds herself fighting her demons rather than enjoying her blissful youth. But from the moment the pair of forest green eyes of punk, rock boy band member crushed into hers, she knew, Harry Styles was a puzzle, that she would give up everything to solve. But would their scorching love demolish the demons hidden within, or unfold the mysteries that he hides behind those guarded green eyes? TW: RAPE, SUICIDE, MURDER, VULGAR LANGUAGE, EATING DISORDER, PTSD, SEX. "You fucking promised.", I say through my clenching teeth. As usual, his devil eyes give away more than his malicious mouth that he, is as usual, up to no good. "You, my sweet dare devil, are very well aware that I'm not good at those.", he exclaims as if he didn't know this would scare the shit out of me. "Okay?", he leans in and asks in a calm voice, his lips almost touching my ear, while his hands caress my shoulders in a soothing manner. He excuses his over confident, claiming aura for a while to see if my heart was in it. Even in this madness, he's still aware of me not being used to all of this, that's why he's different, that's why i know I'm safe. And that is only reason i say what i say next. "Okay.", i hide my flimsy self behind him, as i timidly agree. This could go two ways, the first one that Harry predicted, the second one, I'd be doomed for this. I knew that since the day I've met those forest green eyes. So I'd rather be doomed with him than be anywhere else. If now God opens the gate of heavens for sinners like him and I, I know what my answer would still be, and I'd be damned for knowing, his heart would still beat the same about this. "Are you scared?", he asks me. Even though he's apparently the 'tougher' one, i couldn't help but notice the slight tremble in his voice, not for him, but if I'd be okay or not. "Terrified.", I reply with a sheepish grin on my face to blow off the steam.
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